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"I simply chose the side that could prevail. The vision the Führer painted for me is incredibly enticing. Hasn't he already proven his correctness by defeating many rivals within the party, including you and Ludendorff?
Does it really matter who leads the party? For the sake of Germany and a bright future, wouldn't you be willing to contribute to the German ethnic group?
Since you are unwilling, I will personally put an end to you."
Goebbels shouted angrily at Strasser, then pulled a small handgun from his pocket and fired a shot at Strasser's head.
"Whoa!" Strasser suddenly woke up with a start from his bed, looking out at the pitch-black night sky in confusion.
He had been having nightmares for the past few days, dreaming either of being shot by Goebbels or hanged by Hitler. After all, some issues had been troubling him for a long time, foremost among them being whether he should still seek cooperation with Goebbels in this lifetime.
Although his promotional abilities were a great asset to Strasser's development in Berlin, the bloody lessons of history constantly warned Strasser that Goebbels could turn against him and side with Hitler at any moment.
"Today is October 10, 1924. Goebbels is now a member of the National Socialist Party, right?" Strasser thought.
"Gold will shine no matter what; even if I don't win him over, Hitler will eventually recognize that talent, just like in my previous life." Strasser gritted his teeth.
"Then let's do it. It is shameful to fear failure; we must rise again where we have fallen."
Germany Ruhr
Tea Engel Street
A short German person is giving a passionate speech on the stage, while below, there is a gathering of countless veterans and unemployed workers.
"The Germanic people are the finest ethnic group in the world. The reason we lost the European war is that the Jewish people and the bourgeoisie stabbed us in the back. We fought hard on the front lines while they indulged themselves behind, ruthlessly selling out our country for their own interests."
"That's right, they stole our hard-won victory! Down with the Jewish people! Down with the bourgeoisie! Long live Germany!" His words resonated with the audience below.
Joseph Goebbels saw that the atmosphere was ripe and quickly seized the opportunity to continue:
"To regain our victorious fruits, please support me. I will lead you to find the 'God' who will save Germany. This is why we live in the world."
"Goebbels! Goebbels! Goebbels!" The sound came from somewhere in the crowd. At first, it was just one or two places, but soon the people infected by the atmosphere joined in, and cheers echoed throughout the entire neighborhood.
Goebbels was then surrounded by people as he walked off the stage and left the neighborhood.
Goebbels is feeling very happy right now, as he has already conquered his ninth district. At this rate, it won't be long before he takes over the entire Ruhr and becomes the party secretary of the Nazi Party in Ruhr.
Earlier this year, Goebbels personally went to Landsberg Prison where he witnessed Hitler's speech. He was deeply moved and immediately joined the Nazi Party without hesitation, as he was attracted to Hitler's racist ideology.
Goebbels believes that he can make a career in Ruhr using Nazi ideology, and the facts have proven this to be true. His support within the party in Ruhr has skyrocketed to the top in just a few months, and at this rate, he will be in a commanding lead in a few weeks.
Goebbels was very satisfied with his achievements, and the workers who listened to his speeches only had admiration for him, without making fun of his short stature, which was very important to the sensitive Goebbels.
Goebbels walked out of the crowded streets and turned into an alley. He whistled absentmindedly as he strolled through the narrow passage that only allowed one person to pass, until he heard a man reciting ahead: "You don't have to be thirsty for long,
Burning heart!
This promise in the air,
Blown frequently from unfamiliar mouths to me,
"——Great Coolness is coming..."
Goebbels remained silent, listening quietly to the man's chant, while the man in front of him continued to recite with his head bowed, as if he hadn't seen Goebbels.
The air seemed to freeze at that moment, as if, apart from the man's voice, it was just like a painting in a narrow alley.
"The seventh layer of loneliness!
I have never felt
a more genuine, sweet tranquility."
The warmer gaze of the sun.
- Has my peak of ice not yet turned red?
Silver, agile, like a fish.
"My little boat is sailing freely..."
The man finally finished his recitation, and Goebbels curiously appraised the person who had blocked his way.
"I never expected to meet a fellow traveler who shares my love for Nietzsche here."
"That's natural, my fellow traveler. I, like you, believe in National Socialism, Mr. Goebbels."
"Do you know me?"
"Naturally, I personally heard your speech, and people were shouting your name very loudly."
Goebbels Some blush "That is people's recognition of my work. I am just a guide for God on earth, far inferior to the real God."
"Well, dear guide, I think we have a lot of topics to talk about. Why don't we go to the café ahead and have a good chat."
Munich
Landsberg Prison
"Congratulations, Rom, I didn't expect you to come and visit me so soon after getting out."
Hitler smiled somewhat reluctantly. He didn't expect that, despite both being sentenced to five years in prison, he was not eligible for bail or parole, while Rom was released after only six months.
If there were no shady dealings involved, it would be hard to believe. This deepened certain worries in Hitler's mind. What he didn't know was that the mastermind behind all this was in Ruhr, brainwashing his future right-hand man.
"Ha ha, Adolf, I didn't expect to be released so soon," Rom clearly didn't think much about it. "I was worried about you, so I came to see you the moment I got out of prison. Seeing you doing so well puts my mind at ease."
Damn, are you mocking me? Hitler thought.
Rom continued, "During your absence, I will take charge of the stormtroopers and Nazi Party work. Don't worry, when you are released from prison, you will see a completely new Nazi Party."
He was clearly excited about taking on more power, completely ignoring the fact that his old comrade's expression was growing darker.
Hitler was about to say something when Rudolf Hess wanted to speak up, but Hitler eagerly shook Rom's hand before he could.
"I look forward to that day, Ernst, and hope you can expand the Nazi Party."
"Of course, I'm sure I can do it," Rom said confidently.
Rom left, and Hitler stood there in silence, lost in thought with his cigar in hand. He was so engrossed that he didn't even notice the cigar burning down to his fingertips, until his assistant Hes had to remind him. Hitler threw the cigar onto the carpet and stomped on it, disregarding whether the luxurious carpet would be dirtied. Clearly, he was in a very bad mood at that moment. After a while, Hitler finally uttered a sentence.
"Is Albert the current Chancellor of Germany?"
"Yes, he is, chief."
"It looks like Germany needs a new Chancellor."
Hitler decided to seek external assistance. He had a new plan and couldn't afford to waste five years in prison, so he needed to find new allies, no matter the cost.
"I firmly believe that the Jewish people are unforgivable, and it's not possible for us to lose the war without their meddling. Germany would not be subjected to such cruelty," insisted Goebbels.
"Yes, yes, we agree on this point, but I have a different view on how to deal with the Jewish people. Sending them to the gas chambers is too inefficient and detrimental to public opinion."
Now in a civilized society, we should occupy the moral high ground and address the issue of the Jewish people in a way that is more acceptable to everyone. Strasser noticed that his words piqued Goebbels' interest and continued, "We will categorize the Jewish people into different groups, identifying them based on behavior rather than lineage."
"How do we differentiate by behavior?" Goebbels was somewhat curious. Strasser's words seemed to make some sense; although they were not as simple and direct as Hitler's ideas, his rationality told him that Strasser proposed a more reasonable approach.
"We will categorize the Jewish people into three groups. The first group consists of those who contribute to Germany. For these Jewish individuals, we should give them an opportunity to become Germans, especially those talented in science and technology. We need to offer them high salaries because Germany requires their contributions.
The second group includes those who have not contributed to the country and merely live off others, such as those good-for-nothings. For this portion of the Jewish people, we must compel them to contribute to Germany's living space. We will enlist them in the military; only through dying in battle or accumulating enough military merit can they be discharged and return home."
Strasser stopped to take a sip of coffee, the taste making him frown. He had to admit that the industrial flavor of Ruhr was quite strong, even permeating the coffee with a hint of industrial essence.
"Then what about the third type of people?" Goebbels asked, driven by curiosity and becoming somewhat impatient as Strasser remained silent for a while.
"The third type of Jewish people are those who not only did not contribute to Germany but, on the contrary, caused great harm to Germany."
For example, the traitors of the European War, who caused the defeat of Germany; the usurers, who brought ruin to the German people; and the big bourgeoisie, who exploit the value of workers' labor.
We must strip these people of their property and bring them to justice—those who deserve execution should be executed, and those who should be expelled should be expelled.
Strasser was very satisfied with his ideology: the Nazi Party's persecution of Jewish workers yielded no profit, but Jewish capitalists were different; a single strike against them could provide enough for half a year.
"Is that so?" Goebbels seemed to see a door to a new world. His still immature theory about ethnic groups felt clearer and more defined with Strasser's input, and he felt as if he had found a kindred spirit.
"Then for those bourgeois, can we use the same methods to win some over, neutralize some, and attack others?"
"You are truly a clever man, Mr. Goebbels." Strasser clapped his hands in satisfaction; after all, he was indeed the propaganda minister of the Third Reich, a top-tier talent.
"So, are you interested in cooperating with me?"
Goebbels did not immediately agree. He pondered for a moment and asked, "What can I gain from working with you? And what will I have to give in return?"
"You will become my secretary, responsible for the overall editing of our party's publication in Berlin, and at the same time, I will support you in expanding your influence in Ruhr. The only thing you have to give is absolute loyalty."
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